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Xavier Romano, a trained assassin who lives by moral code, and only listens to his state of mind gets a deal to adduct Eliza Othman, a pharmacist who would think thrice before hurting a soul.
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"How's it?" Asks Eliza while Flo and I take a bite of the cupcakes.
"Oh my" chews "god!!" exclaims Flo while chewing annoyingly loud "This might be the best thing I've ever had and I don't even like sweet food"
I look over to see Eliza form a slight blush on her cheeks as she smiles in triumphant.
"Ofcourse with Xavier's help it turned out nice I'm glad you enjoyed it" she then looks over to me as I stare at her confused. Motioning me to say how it was? I just nod in approval.
Her slight gesture makes my blood slightly flow in a much stronger pressure and I just don't understand why..
Anyways she then, takes a small plate, puts two cupcakes and takes it towards Emily's room.
I finish my portion, wash my hands on the sink and head towards my study.
I don't understand where this is going? I can't afford to have her tangled in my mess with all my sins plated.
How can I do something to make her stay but not in my guard. Is it weird how fast I've come to be attracted by her?
God! She's driving me insane.. I don't even know why?
She'll be much more happier with Thomas.. who am I kidding? That bastard is probably more of a dick than I am.
I need to talk to her about all of this. Because neither mine or Thomas's in none of decision does she have a role or consent to. But do I really want to break all the walls I created only to get hurt again?
She doesn't even give two damns about me. So how can I expect her to like me?
What's happening? God!
Fu- this, keeping down the papers I had in my hand I head towards her room.
As I reach the doorknob my hand slightly twitches. Now what? I just stand here and wait for her to open the door?
Shaking the two other choices I gruffly knock at her door. To which I hear a soft "come in"
Entering the door I find her in front of the mirror fixing her scarf. Casually closing the door I take slow strides towards her as she gulps down in nervousness.
Good thing she isn't afraid of me anymore.. I take the perfume I bought her last night and open the lid as I motion her to put her hand forward.
She seems hesitant at first so I say "don't worry I won't touch you" . Putting her hand forward, I take the brush and out few drops on her wrist as she rubs it with the other and the scent fills in the room quickly.
Urgh she is doing things to me without even doing anything...
"What brings you here?"
"It's my house I can do whatever I want!" Fu- I didn't mean it to come out like that.
"Sure it is.. but when the property is under someone else's radar you need to state your actions Mr." she is still the same.. dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh yes I needed a favour from you" I state to which I find her scrutinising her eyes at me.
"What?" She shakes her head and says "never I had ever thought a well known assassin like you will need my help"
"very funny..why don't you becomes stand up comedian? You're comic timing is just fabulous" mocking her and she knew it too well.
I sit on her bed as my mind refuses to imagine something dark.
Ignoring that I state "are you free?"
Pretending to take out her imaginary list she says "let's see.. I have a meeting with the president of North Korea which I plan on not attending, then I have a spa appointment and then I have to give a speech about global warming" finishing it with a smile.
"I am serious Eliza! I need to ask your opinion about something"
Scoffing at my words she stands up as she speaks "my opinion? Did you really just say my opinion? Where do I have my opinion in any of this Xavier? I didn't ask to kidnapped, I didn't ask to be chained to bed, god! I didn't even freaking ask to make all this feel normal because trust me it's not!"
What was I thinking? Ofcourse that's what's going to be her response.. standing up from the bed I walk towards the door and pull it only it to be not pulled.
What now? Please don't tell me it's what I am thinking.. I keep on pulling but it does not open.
"Eliza the door.." "What's with the door? Get out! Why're your still here"
"Eliza the door is stuck.. it's not opening"
"What??" She shrieks as she comes over and tries pulling the door only to get the same results.
"Oh my god' can this day get any better? "
I search my pockets for my phone but then remember I left it on my desk.
"My phone isn't with me, now we only have to wait for someone to come upstairs"
"That's till dinner time.. are you saying we're stuck here till then?" I nod and say "I am afraid so"
"Great now the last thing left was I am here, stuck with you" storming off to her washroom she slams the door abruptly.
Why do I have a feeling this will turn out good.. for the both of us?
